The Child Emperor

Han Ruzi woke up automatically, it was still dark, he turned his head, and slowly discerned the outline of his wife's head, she was sleeping soundly, with a few fingers sticking out of the quilt, as if peeping out from behind the curtain.

Han Ruzi got out of bed, dressed quietly, and heard a vague voice from the bed: "It's still dark..."

"I'll get up and sit for a while." Han Ruzi replied softly, stood there for a while, heard no sound on the bed, walked slowly to the window and sat down, quietly waiting for the dawn.

The back garden of the Hou Mansion had been abandoned for a long time and hadn't been tidied up yet. The grandfather and grandson of Mrs. Du did it by himself yesterday, sweeping away the snow and clearing out a rectangular field for teaching martial arts.

Han Ruzi and Zhang Youcai changed into tight-fitting attire, and it arrived just after dawn, and the old man Du Motian hadn't come yet. Only Du Chuanyun was waiting there, with his hands behind his back, looking at the two "apprentices".

Zhang Youcai didn't like the attitude of the other party, "Hey, this is not your 'jianghu', you have to salute when you see Juanhou."

"Heaven, earth, king, relatives and masters, among the five majors in the universe, the master is one of them. Standing here, I am the master, and you are apprentices. How can there be a rule for a master to salute an apprentice?" Du Chuanyun straightened his body even more.

Zhang Youcai still wanted to argue, but Han Ruzi raised his hand to signal him to be obedient.

Du Chuanyun nodded, and continued: "Du's martial arts are famous all over the world, how many people knelt on the ground and cried to worship our father and son as teachers, but we didn't agree, the two of you can be regarded as a coincidence..."

Zhang Youcai pouted in disdain.

"You're not convinced, are you? Come, let's compete." Du Chuanyun rolled up his sleeves. Even though it was winter, he didn't wear much, just a layer of cotton clothes with the neckline open on purpose.

Zhang Youcai still has a reputation for self-knowledge, "I don't compare. I am just an ordinary eunuch. There are tens of thousands of people who can defeat me. It doesn't mean anything. If you are really capable, challenge a stronger opponent."

The Hou Mansion couldn't find a more formidable opponent, but Du Chuanyun insisted on showing his skills. He looked around and pointed to the unswept snow nearby, "I want to see the real skills, okay, I'll give you a trick." Stepping on the snow without a trace'."

Du Chuanyun tightened his belt, raised his breath, and ran like a galloping horse. In a moment, he came under a tree, circled around the tree, ran back, stopped, let out a breath, and said triumphantly: "Have you seen it?"

Han Ruzi and Zhang Youcai looked at the ground, and there were no footprints on the white snow. Zhang Youcai was still not convinced, so he walked over to examine carefully, and stepped on it by himself. The footprints were clear, but there was only a very shallow trace where Du Chuanyun ran. , "This is not considered 'Wuhen'."

Zhang Youcai murmured, deeply admired in his heart, and walked slowly, checking every trace.

"My grandfather's name is Du Motian, and my name is Du Chuanyun. You will know how powerful our Du family's lightness kung fu is. My grandfather also has a nickname called 'One Sword Immortal', which means that his swordsmanship is also very powerful. I His nickname is 'Flying Dragon Chaser'..."

"I'm bragging again." Du Motian walked over and pushed his grandson away, "The name is rewarded by the same people in the world, how can you claim it? If you change one every day, you will not have your own name until you die."

Zhang Youcai turned around from behind the tree, laughed and said loudly, "There are footprints behind the tree, you took a break!"

"I didn't say that I can't rest." Du Chuanyun whispered.

Du Motian smiled and said: "Don't worry about Juanhou, my grandson loves to talk nonsense without knowing the door."

"To make Sun Qinggong unrivaled, how can it be considered nonsense?" Han Ruzi still admires Du Chuanyun.

Du Motian shook his head, "Jianhou was deceived."

Zhang Youcai ran back just in time, and asked in surprise, "Is there something on the sole of his shoe? That can't make the footprints so shallow on the snow."

"Grandpa, why are you telling them this?" Du Chuanyun whispered, pulling on Grandpa's sleeve, and was pushed aside again.

"Have you ever seen Juanhou?" Du Motian asked.

Han Ruzi shook his head, Zhang Youcai said: "I've seen it, there are monkey jugglers, climbers, sword dancers, fire swallowers...that's interesting."

Du Motian nodded with a smile, "That's right, some people can wield swords weighing tens or hundreds of catties like a tiger, but why don't they go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds?"

"Yes, why?" Zhang Youcai was very interested.

"Because sword dancing is sword dancing, fighting is fighting, and fighting is fighting. The so-called interlacing is like a mountain. A person who can wield a big sword may not even have time to lift a sword when he arrives on the battlefield. When a fierce general on the battlefield enters the alley, it may even kill the enemy. I don’t know where it came from.”

"That's it. I thought it was enough to have enough strength." Zhang Youcai didn't quite understand.

Han Ruzi recalled that Meng Che had said something similar. His martial arts were obviously good, but he claimed that he couldn't defeat five soldiers. Now that he thought about it, he might not be self-effacing, but said in a roundabout way: He learned Jianghu Kungfu. You can't beat five soldiers on the battlefield, but not necessarily in the alley.

"The kung fu of 'Treading Xue Wuhen' is similar to juggling in the Jianghu. It can be used to show off and make money. It was used by our grandparents when they were walking in the Jianghu and had no food to eat. If there is a fight, the soles of the feet are big. avoid."

"It can be used to escape." Zhang Youcai thought of a use for "Taxue Wuhen", but Du Chuanyun glared at him.

"Run a dozen steps at most. If you have that energy, it's better to run faster and longer with your feet on the ground."

Du Chuanyun became more and more surprised, "Grandpa, you have brought out the old ones, are you really going to teach them martial arts?"

"Of course it's true teaching. Juanhou is not from the quack, so don't use the tricks of the quack to deceive people."

As soon as this remark came out, both Han Ruzi and Zhang Youcai had a very good impression of Mr. Du, and they saluted him together, which meant that they sincerely recognized him as their master.

The martial arts taught by Master Zhen on the first day are extremely simple. Move your legs and feet, stand in place and squat. If you are tired, you can get up and rest for a while, and then squat again.

Du Chuanyun was very unwilling to be exposed by his grandfather, so he squatted along with the horse, with a standard posture, and remained motionless from the beginning to the end, which brought a lot of pressure to the two apprentices, and they dared not get up easily.

After squatting for a little more than a quarter of an hour in total, Han Ruzi felt his legs ache, and Zhang Youcai was so sad that he couldn't even walk easily, "Master, I made a wrong wish, can I stop learning martial arts?"

"No, if I learn from you, you have to learn from me." Han Ruzi could not let Zhang Youcai go, otherwise he would appear weaker in front of Du Chuanyun.

During breakfast, Cui Xiaojun kept laughing, and Han Ruzi forced her to question her many times, before she said: "I think of my elder brothers, they also loved to practice martial arts for a while, and they invited more than a dozen masters."

"What happened later? Did they succeed?" Han Ruzi asked.

Cui Xiaojun giggled, "No, they practiced for a few months and defeated many servants in the mansion. They thought they were very good, so they insisted on going out to fight in disguise, but they were beaten and carried back to the mansion by the servants. It is said that they later yelled that they were sons of the Cui family, but they didn’t believe them, so they beat them harder.”

Han Ruzi also laughed, "I don't go out to fight, the purpose of learning martial arts is to strengthen my body."

"That's good. I don't think Master Du is the kind of liar master invited by the Cui family. They flatter my silly brothers every day and make them think they are self-righteous, so they dare to go out and cause trouble. Later, these people were all driven away by my mother. .”

However, Han Ruzi thought, there are so many liars in this world. Chunyu Xiao, the hopeful man, is said to be a liar, but his deceit is relatively large, and he can deceive princes and kings to rebel. Even the great Confucian Luo Huanzhang regards him as a sage.

After another half an hour of practice after the meal, he was still squatting. Han Ruzi rested twice, and finally supported himself, but Zhang Youcai always played tricks, sitting on the ground again and again. A piece of dead wood was placed vertically underneath, the little eunuch dared not sit down anymore, he was really tired, so he stood up and took two steps.

"How many days does it take to practice the horse stance?" At last the practice was over, and Zhang Youcai walked with a limp.

"How many days? Never ending, my grandfather is so old, he still has to practice for a while every day." Du Chuanyun was alive and kicking, half an hour of horse gait had no effect on him.

Zhang Youcai had a bitter face, too late to regret it.

Han Ruzi changed his clothes and prepared to welcome the morning visitors.

Han Shi, the orphan of Emperor Wudi's grand prince, although he failed to win the favor of his ancestors during the lottery in the Taimiao and missed the throne, he was named the champion and took over the northern army. In a few days, he formed a confrontation with the elite southern army , the limelight is the same for a while.

Why did such a person come to visit Emperor Fei?Even Yang Feng couldn't figure it out, and he didn't even remind Juanhou too much, just suggested that he receive him normally.

17-year-old Han Shi is Han Ruzi's cousin. When he comes to visit, Marquis Juan should go out to greet him, but he is also a deposed emperor, and his rank is higher than that of princes and champions.

Fu Cheng did not dare to be the master alone, so he went to the Zongzheng Mansion yesterday to seek help from his superiors, and the instruction he received was: the title is the highest, and the Marquis of Juan can welcome you to the second door, bow his hands, and call the other party "Champion Marquis" instead of "Champion Marquis". "Brother", let alone "Emperor Brother" and "Emperor Brother". After entering the hall, the Marquis of Juan takes the main seat, and Marquis of the Champion takes the guest seat.

The Zongzheng Mansion's arrangements were quite meticulous, and the only thing left was to stipulate the content of the conversation between the two.

At Si o'clock in the morning, the champion Hou Hanshi came to visit on time. He had obviously received guidance, and he cooperated closely with Juanhou in terms of etiquette, as if he had practiced many times.

The two met once in the Taimiao, and it was only then that they had the opportunity to observe each other carefully.

Han Shi looked much more mature than 17 years old, with a smile on his face, quite bold, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to the portrait of Taizu that Han Ruzi had seen.

The two gave way to each other three times, and walked into the main hall side by side. The Marquis of Juanhou must be present in this situation. The champion Hou Hanshi also has officials to follow. After the officials, they are their own personal entourage.

At the beginning of the conversation, Han Shi generally thanked the clan for their help, praised the simplicity and elegance of the Juanhou Mansion, and expressed admiration for the leisurely life of the Juanhou. Han Ruzi smiled perfunctorily, thinking that the other party did not come to observe on purpose It's his own mind. Although Han Shi is mature, he is not to the point of piercing people's hearts with a single glance.

Han Ruzi was absent-minded, the soreness in his legs made him restless, so he missed a few words, and suddenly realized, "What did Champion Hou just say? The sentence related to Yang Feng."

Han Shi smiled and said: "I said that I heard about Duke Yang's name a long time ago, but it's a pity that I didn't have the chance to meet him before. Now the Northern Army is short of a military advisor. Will the Irresistible Hou give up his love?"

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